Fic: We're Not Worthy!
Summary - Dean meets his heroes out on a hunt for a black dog. Takes place during Season Two.
Dedicated to the wonderful blueeyedliz. Happy Birthday Girl!
Beta'd by the awesome sendintheklowns. Couldn't do this without her. All remaining mistakes are all mine! :0)
A big thanks goes out to princess_schez for her lovely banner art!
Disclaimers: I do not own Sam and Dean, but I'd love too! Same goes for the other boys in this story.
November in the woods just outside Stuttgart, Arkansas
Sam followed his brother still trying to process the morning they had just experienced. A hunt for a vicious black dog had landed them in the backwoods of Arkansas but that morning had been spent getting Intel on the attacks.
That had landed them in Stuttgart during the World Duck Calling Championship. It had been one of the weirdest experiences in Sam's young life and he'd seen some weird shit.
Dean had adapted quickly, loving the carnival like atmosphere and food. Sam still didn't know how his brother could move after all the food he had consumed that morning.
Sam was pulled from his musing by his brother's voice.
“Sammy, wanna stop for lunch?” Dean slowed his walk and turned towards his younger brother.
“Seriously Dean?” Sam huffed back.
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yes seriously, it's past noon, time to feed the beast.”
“Dean, you tried all of the duck gumbo that was in contention for the cook off challenge. Plus every duck dish that was available and then finished it all off with a funnel cake! I don't know how you're moving let alone thinking about food! And by the way, that gumbo was gross dude.” Sam found a large rock and slumped down on it.
“Sammy, just because you have the constitution of a frail southern belle, you'll never understand having a strong male stomach. That gumbo was so good, you just freaked 'cause it was made from duck,” Dean replied with a smirk.
“Yeah well my frail constitution is gonna have to deal with your gas tonight, and I'm so not looking forward to that. And yes I freaked because it was made with duck, just like I freaked when you made me eat gumbo made of alligator in New Orleans. I don't like eating the weird stuff!” Sam sat his duffel bag down and pulled out a bottle of water.
“Wuss. Well I won last year's Queen Mallard's lunch basket and I hear it calling to me in my duffel so why don't we check out the campsite up ahead and have lunch, okay princess?” Dean turned his back and started to walk.
“Whatever Dean. You know the quicker we get this job done the quicker you can find the former Queen Mallard and spend sometime so lets just get this job over with. I don't want to spend the night in the woods if we can help it.” Sam stood and grabbed his bag from the ground.
“Hell yeah, sounds like a plan Sammy. I would definitely like more time with Queen Mallard instead of listening to you bitch about my gas all night.”
As they approached the campsite, Sam noticed that two campers had set up tents. One looked the duck hunter's part, but the other was dressed very similar to Dean. Concert t-shirt with jeans. The Gun's 'N Roses logo was large enough to make out from the path as they approached.
“Dude, I can't believe we're gonna have to share the camp with a G N' R fan! So not cool.” Dean huffed out as the approached the campers.
“Dean, be nice. We should ask if they've spotted anything weird. That black dog is out there and I don't want one of the duck hunters to end up as puppy chow.” Sam replied quietly as they made their way closer.
“Fine, but he better not blast that crap while I'm around. Gun's N Roses suck compared to Metallica.”
“Yeah, you think everyone sucks compared to Metallica.” Sam replied and then came to a sudden stop to avoid running into Dean.
His brother was stand stock still staring the two campers down. The two strangers were approaching with smiles on their faces. Sam didn't have time to question his brother before they came into ear shot.
Sam gave his best smile even though he was beginning to get worried about Dean. “Hi guys, we were going to stop and have lunch here if you don't mind.”
The taller of the two spoke first. “No that's great, it'll be nice to talk to someone besides my friend who is driving me crazy.”
The guy with the concert tee spoke up. “Dude, it's boring out here. You didn't tell me how boring this would be.”
The other taller guy glared at his friend. “I didn't invite you! You insisted that going to the Duck Calling National Competition would be fun!”
“Yep, and it was a hoot. Dude, yesterday was a blast but this camping thing sucks!” The smaller man replied in a quick manner.
Sighing loudly, the larger man replied. “You could have stayed in town!”
“I'm wishing I did!”
Sam was half way listening to the heated conversation as he watched his brother. Dean was swaying in place a bit, and he could hear Metallica being hummed quietly. The signs all pointed to his brother being afraid or very shook up but Sam didn't get it.
He was pulled from his observations of Dean when the smaller man spoke to him.
“Is your friend okay? He's looking a bit pale.”
Sam gave them a small embarrassed smile. “I'm not sure what's wrong. Dean?”
He snapped his fingers in front of Dean but couldn't break through the glazed over stare.
The taller man spoke. “Is he humming “Until it Sleeps”?”
Sam nodded. “Yeah, he uh hums Metallica anytime he's upset or nervous. Drives me a bit batty but what can you do? He's my big brother so he's supposed to drive me nuts, right?”
A big smile hit the smaller man. “So you're not a big Metallica fan but he is?”
Sam returned the smile shifting nervously. “Uh yeah. I mean it's not like I hate Metallica but if you had to listen to it 24/7...”
The larger man chuckled. “It would drive you crazy?”
“Yeah, it does. That and Zeppelin.” Sam found himself spitting out.
The other man chuckled this time. “Yeah, we get it. In fact, James here is sick of me listening to G N' R.”
“Well, it gets old dude.” The taller man held his hand out to Sam. “I think we should introduce ourselves, that might explain to you why your brother is acting a bit weird.”
The other man laughed and snorted. “He's not being weird just comatose.”
Sam took the taller man's hand. “I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean.”
Sam pointed at his brother and then took hold of him afraid that Dean was about to topple over.
The taller man smiled. “Well, I'm James Hetfield and this is my friend and band mate, Lars Ulrich.”
The names sounded so familiar but Sam couldn't quite place them.
The shorter man then spoke. “Our band is called Metallica.”
Sam's eyes went wide. “Shit, crap... I'm sorry about saying that your music drives me nuts...”
Both men burst into laughter and Sam felt his face turning red. He looked over to Dean who was still humming and swaying.
The laughter cleared after a moment. James spoke first. “No worries Sam. We get it.”
Lars smiled. “Totally get it, and why Dean is so pale. Maybe we should get him sat down on the picnic table? I can get him some water.”
Sam smile thankfully at the two, and slowly lead Dean towards the picnic bench.
“Dean, please you gotta pull yourself out of this. All your life you've told me how cool it would be to meet Metallica and now here's your chance. Don't blow it.” Sam spoke quietly, grateful that the other two had given them some space.
Once Sam had Dean seated he decided to take a little more drastic action. He gently slapped Dean's cheeks a few times, calling his big brother's name.
Dean let out a wheezy breath and glared at Sam. “Why did you hit me?”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Because you were swooning like a little girl.”
“Was not, I was... what was I doing?” Dean looked at him confused.
Sam sat next to him on the bench. “Dude, don't freak out again, promise?”
Dean shifted around looking annoyed. “Promise. Now what is going on?”
Sam took a deep breath and then just blurted it out. “The other two campers are James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich from Metallica and I didn't know it and I told them that their music drives me nuts and you went all comatose!”
Dean's eyes went wide, he raised his right hand up and slapped his forehead. “You did what? Sammy, you get on your hands and knees and beg for their forgiveness!”
Sam was about to give an annoyed reply when a voice interrupted him from behind Dean.
“Sam is cool, he doesn't have to apologize. And really he already did, not a problem.” Lars was holding a bottle of water and wore a big grin.
Sam watched as Dean slowly turned around, and he hoped that his big brother could keep it together this time.
He watched as Dean swallowed hard and took the bottle offered. “He's not worthy, I'm not worthy.”
Lars burst into laughter as James approached.
James winked at Lars and spoke. “If we had a dollar for every time we've heard that Wayne's World line...”
Lars excitedly interrupted. “Dude we'd be rich! But I never tire of hearing it.”
Dean was making a move towards the ground when Sam stopped him. “Dude they're joking!”
Lars stopped grabbed onto Dean too, helping back on the bench. “Dean are you feeling better?”
Dean nodded but went silent.
James and Lars moved to take seats across them on the picnic table.
James broke the silence. “So you guys nature watchers?”
Lars hit him. “Dude, just because they don't look like Elmer Fudd doesn't mean they aren't hunters. Shit you look like a moron!”
James hit Lars back. “I'm prepared to hunt and you're prepared to go to a concert. It's one of the reasons I'm not taking you into the woods dude!” James then turned towards Sam and Dean. “No offense, I was just wondering what brought you out this way.”
Sam nodded. “Uh well we're not here to hunt ducks. Have you guys heard about the attacks?”
Lars's eyes went wide. “Attacks? What attacks?”
James rolled his eyes. “Dude, I told you there was some coyote attacks or something like that. Probably a rabid dog. Yeah, I heard about them but we are armed so I wasn't too worried. Now the rumor that Vice President Cheney has been known to show up for this duck hunt has me more worried.”
Lars laughed. “Dude, can't believe he shot a man in the face, what an asshole!”
“And he's our VP, so scary man!” James echoed.
Sam smiled and looked at Dean. It seemed that his brother was following the conversation, just too overwhelmed to contribute.
“Yeah, we heard that too. Just be careful because even though the attacks haven't been serious, they could be.”
James nodded. “So why are you guys here exactly?”
Dean sat up straight and spat out a response. “We're hunters, it's the family business, saving people.”
Sam looked at Dean in shock and nudged him under the table. Clearing his throat, Sam spoke. “Pest control, that's the family business. We take care of the creatures out there that no one wants to deal with.”
Lars shifted excitedly across from Sam. “That's fucking cool man! So you hunt the unwanted, does that include city work? I saw a show about pest control people that take care of alligators in the ponds and raccoons in the attic.”
Dean seemed to come to life again as he spoke, quite proudly. “Yep, that's what we do, and sometimes it does take us to the city. It doesn't pay well but it's nice to be able to help people out.”
James smiled. “I may have to get your number, do you take care of pesky band members?”
“Dude so not cool!” Lars replied back.
The rest of lunch was spent sharing food and stores. Sam was very happy to see Dean relax and actually communicate with his idols.
Story Continued Here...